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Look, we’re all depressed this election year. We’re sick of seeing know-nothing politicians; of hearing obscene language insulting women and minorities; and we’re disgusted by the media’s bottomless appetite for sensationalism. The only antidote I can suggest for this national malaise is a visit to the Broadhurst Theatre to see the 5,000-volt revival of The Front Page.

--TimeOutNY

All those stars for a hard-nose comedy that set a new bar for gruff, vulgar humor on Broadway and which remains a testament to casual racism (including a jarring reference to a “coon story” in one paper) and misogyny that makes me feel like a party pooper even to mention. Yet there it is in what’s essentially a wheezy plot whose main reason for continued life is the opportunity for two actors [Lane & Slattery] to strut and snap, crackle and pop, surrounded by a gang of experts in their craft.

--Deadline Hollywood

So I left the theater feeling the rush of some exhilarating teamwork still coursing freshly through my brain. Floating up there most buoyantly is the impression of Lane’s priceless turn as Walter Burns — an editor so voraciously news hungry he could survive purely on a diet of scoops. In boxy pin-striped suit and bushy black mustache, Lane hurls Burns’s blunt-force insults and bolts of impotent rage in all directions, with the timing and élan that have made him one of the great comic actors of our age. Slattery, playing the roguish Hildy Johnson, Burns’s restive star reporter at the Chicago Examiner, reveals again the gift for the kind of swaggering masculinity he displayed as Roger Sterling on “Mad Men.” 

--Washington Post